The Gloom of Distance

I tried to articulate my thoughts about someone who is distant from me. Most of the time I have no idea what is happening to him.

Poetic thoughts of death Soak through the claustrophobic embrace Of morose thoughts Filled with soft gloom Too many endings I am breathing water And Swallowing Emotion Afraid for him His pain What he goes through And I don't know If he is safe While I wallow in pain And want and want And dream my little dreams Of rejection and hopelessness Wandering through the gloom of distance Always between us

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